riley casteling is angrboða, not happyboða (griefbringer) wrote in monte_rpg, @ 2012-08-20 21:55:00 |
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Current mood: | calm |
Entry tags: | [event], achilles, angrboða, cain, fenrir, neoptolemus, njörðr, patroclus |
forty-five.
Got a new tent to replace my wrecked one, Liulfr's curled up by my feet, a pack of cloves hipster wtf, a fresh notebook for writing in, a new poem half-started, and I'm pretty sure I'll be the proud owner of a custom bike in a few weeks. Just gotta get my license first. I saw him as I was walking back from town, saw he was for sale, and fell in love. The guy selling him took me for a ride, and next thing I know I was in line at the RMV filling out the paperwork to get my permit.
Baby boy, eldest, little one, maybe we should all get new rides and make our own gang, invite a few people like Aimon, Jake, Lysander, and Max? It'll be fucking sweet. And if not, I'll take anyone interested for a ride on my new guy once I break him in. It's nice to have a plan in place again. Eh, enough of that, I should concentrate on my back to classes prep before I forget. That reminds me, anyone working at the Sports Center bring your class schedule to work with you so we can adjust your schedule for the coming semester.
[Filtered to Engineering and Military Professors]
Sorry to bug you, but I wanted put something out there -- I'm going into my final year, unless I decide to go grad with all this, and I really want to be pushed to my limits. I know I have it in me to succeed, and I think, if you're willing to work with me, I can prove I'm worth having as a student.
[Filtered to MMA Club]
Arron and I have been talking, and we need to get things back to like it was in the old days, when the Tuesday and Thursday meetings were about fighting and sparring, so starting tomorrow everyone who shows up better be ready to go. Arron and I will be watching, checking out where everyone's at skill-wise, and we'll pair off people who can help each other get better. If anyone wants to show up early to go a few rounds I'll be at the Sports Center all day.
[Filtered to Cain]
Sup?
[Filtered to Judas]
Thanks again, for coming to see me. I really hope you know how much that meant to me.
[Filtered to Jon]
I know you don't wanna talk to me, and I don't blame you, but I just really wanted to say a few things to you. You don't have to respond or shit, but I have to get this off my chest -- You're the first guy I ever cared about enough to even hint at that 'l' words towards, and you were my first real boyfriend. For what it's worth, you were a great one, and I wish I hadn't gotten so scared after I told you how I felt, so that we could've maybe talked about it.
Instead, I freaked out, acted like an idiot, saw that you were avoiding me, started avoiding you too so things didn't get uncomfortable, and that got us here. Looking back, I should've showed up at your dorm and asked what was wrong, or tried to get you to tell me what was going on, but I was a stupid coward and didn't. Can't really change that now, but I guess I know what not to do if I ever find myself in that situation again. Anyway, thanks for being my boyfriend, and for putting up with my shit. I hope you find someone awesome, and that you go on to do great things. Whether we ever talk again or not doesn't matter, I'll still be watching out for you.
[Filtered: Private]
Written about Jake and Aimon, not ready to be shown --
Roaring Silence
Screaming cannon fire
That deafening cascade
Pounding on the walls
Colliding cannonade
And as the deluge stops
Silence all around
Fearful emptiness
Before the salvos pound
Never ending barrage
Calms only for a moment
Pounds at careful thought
Increasing in its torment
Walls torn by hardened shell
Fall shattered to the ground
Churning in confusion
No respite to be found
The pain I have is nothing
Compared to those I know
This minor weak infliction
Soon, in time, will go
And as I sit in silence
Cursing with each breath
I ponder their misfortunes
And marvel at their strength
Written about Jon, never gonna show --
Curveballs
Like arrows
They fly
Piercing realities
Storming battlements
Ripping through nets
Like blades
They strike
Stabbing at souls
Destroying tranquilities
Breaking defences
Like cannons
They roar
Bringing their chaos
Blasting fortifications
Crumbling to ashes
Like fire
They sear
Torching dreams
Tearing through walls
Ripping to shreds
Like spears
They strike
Spike solid thoughts
Piercing realities
They fly
Like arrows
Feels good to be writing again.